Linda Ori

Rookie - 169 Points (08/13/1945 / UTAH)

* Waiting - Poem by Linda Ori

Tell me not of forgotten dreams
For dreams are fleeting -
Life's reality holds steadfast,
No room for dreams now
Only today's stark coldness
Shivers the magical song
That once embraced my heart;

Tell me not of forgotten hopes
For hopes are fading -
This is all there is now,
Nothing more than shadow -
Muted watery images
Void of color and sound
No longer breathing life;

Everything so far away now -
Love scattered on the wind,
Fragile petals blown and bruised
Dashed and broken - bleeding
Unrealized, unfulfilled,
Never to feel your lifeblood
Ignite my soul................................

I am a ghost waiting to be reborn.


Comments about * Waiting by Linda Ori

  • (3/4/2010 11:32:00 PM)


    It's great among the greatest! (Report) Reply

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  • (11/28/2007 6:34:00 AM)


    You've used the analogy of the ghost to great efffect here... isn't that exactly how ghosts are? Lost tween time and place waiting for someone/something to release their spirit from the anguish that they feel. I like the effects your poem had on me, it resonates deeply. A most poignant write. HG: -) xx (Report) Reply

  • (11/25/2007 12:11:00 PM)


    I have my doubts...I'm not aware of any ghosts who write this well... and too modest by more than half in your recent comment... You just don't know how good you are I suspect.. this one has the energy of pain and frustration, and the wisdom of much carefully observed and experienced life in it...It flows with the silky eloquence that is characteristic of your writing... the result of a keen feel for rhythm and sonority... but the content is clearly the important element... it speaks from the heart, with passion, realism, a little bit of the theme of Boulder to Birmingham perhaps, and ultimately sadness.. A powerfully moving poem Linda... Lovely work. xxx jim (Report) Reply

  • (11/24/2007 1:09:00 AM)


    It is better to know who you are even if it you are a ghost. Make the best of it. (Report) Reply

  • (11/14/2007 7:51:00 AM)


    Utterly heart-wrenchingly enchanting. Not a spell-binding word wasted. t x (Report) Reply

  • (11/14/2007 2:42:00 AM)


    Linda, you have made the saddest tale so beautiful. Your poem flows like music - the phrasing, the choice of words, the honesty of your emotional angst (never indulged in) . Ironic that pain can press such beautiful creative buttons. A stunningly beautiful poem. Love, Allie xxxx (Report) Reply

  • (11/14/2007 1:33:00 AM)


    Linda, this is so sadly beautiful it brought a lump... (Report) Reply

  • rajagopal haran (11/14/2007 1:29:00 AM)


    while reading your above poem i recall Oscar Wilde who said -We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.
    Liked your poem very much Linda-great poem
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Poem Edited: Monday, April 25, 2011


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